‎I wanted to cry but my eyes were dry. ‎I wanted to speak but my voice is so deep. ‎Thoughts in my head keep on going up and down. ‎ ‎I'm drowning but I keep bringing myself back–is this still worth fighting for? ‎I keep on thriving, keep on breathing– still walking. ‎ ‎I tried to look back but the roads seemed unfamiliar, it's not the path I've taken! ‎Everything is not the same and so do I. ‎ ‎I keep on searching and searching, I keep digging and digging until I make a hole in my heart that no one can fill up. ‎ ‎Once again I find myself drowning–the question in my mind keeps bugging and ‎Oozing. ‎ ‎Should I pull myself over and be lost once again? ‎Or should I just go with the flow of the river of unanswered worth? ‎